When my Mother, then my Auntie passed on I inherited something that changed my life....My aunties "baby lock" sewing machine. After taking the machine in to get cleaned and see if it needed repairs (it was in fine order I was told) i brought it home and stared at it a bit....cried a bit about how I missed the women in my family...and stared a bit more lol. It didn't take long before I started to sew again just like they taught me. Soon I discovered that i too can create beautiful, soft, Waldorf style dolls.
After my Aunties passing i began to collect dolls. I became fascinated with some popular 18 inch brand name dolls. Still love the details of dress, the stories that come with, and the historical characters they have. Enjoy how you can go create a doll to look like your child. Still love the brand and collect the dolls. However, they are expensive and not really dolls I let my two year old drag around the house. I started looking for dolls my daughter could really use. I came across Waldorf or Steiner dolls. After looking at this dolls it hit me immediately...these are the dolls I was taught to make, but my mother and auntie never called them by that name.
Once I began to hand sew my first doll I realized how much love and thought goes into each stitch and I felt connected to the women in my family again. What a gift this was to me! I noticed how soft and natural the fabrics were. How sweet and emphatic the little faces. Here was a doll my child could dress a million different way, hair style, accessorize but most importantly...cuddle, talk to and keep near as a friend and companion.
|Babydoo Mary completed and ready for donation.|
|Babydoo Hippie, was made for my Avahdoo.|
|My Daughters Babydoo, named Hippie Baby.|
|Avhdoo's Hippie baby in her dress that matches Avah's|
|Babydoo Mary. This was a very special doll to me and the first that I donated.|
|Babydoo Mary was donated to our local Parenting and Literacy center at john Campbell Public school. She is loved, played with and cuddled daily! Fulls my heart with joy when Avahdoo and I do to the center and see Babydoo Mary getting loved up.|